[ Suzanne Vega ]

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I’m the great man’s chambermaid
I’ve seen where his hallowed head is laid
I revere the places he has stayed
And clean crumbs from his typewriter

He is good to me
There’s nothing he doesn’t see
He knows where I’d like to be
But it doesn’t matter

On my day off I haunt the docks
Keep to myself, I go for walks
I just make sure that lock still locks
As my ship is coming in

My mind and hands, they are my trade
I finger sentences he’s made
I follow every curving of his brain

You want to know did I ever steal?
He never leaves anything out that’s real
I took nothing he would miss
But only once
I stole a kiss

I used to pretend that I was Queen
But over time I quit that scene
Costs too much to even dream in that direction

I think of comfort and of peace
I long for pleasure and release
How I wish the din would cease
I could do with some protection

You want to know did I ever steal?
He never leaves anything out that’s real
I took nothing he would miss
But only once
I stole a kiss

Yes, I’m the great man’s chambermaid
I’ve seen where his hallowed head is laid
I revere the places he has played
I clean crumbs from his typewriter

He often gives me sage advice
When I dream of him at night
He slips his pen into my hand
And says, “Don’t forget to write.”

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